miseryLet’s go to our secret place, where we go to replace The things in our lives that we do to forget With the things we do together then regret This place that exist inside ourselves Makes me breathe easier, makes me wan to live, Makes me want to cry and give into you Helpless for you, tied-up, vulnerable, and surrendered to you Tease me and taunt me as I lie here longing for you….. I’m living you, breathing you, slowly giving into you Even though it’s wrong, and we’ll both be hurt, With eachmisery
freeyou know that sigh of relief that you breathe when you realize it's over?free
that wake up and realize it was just a nightmare sigh of relief that thank God i don't have to go through this anymore
and then the sinking feeling that all the pain... all the time and effort you put in for months days upon days countless conversations endless laughter joy smiles kisses love..... it was all for nothing it was a lie and you'll never be able to get those pieces of your heart back
that part of you dies and in its place is
brokeni am so stressed out. i need help, but i don't know where to seek it no matter how hard i try, i cant dig myself out of this hole life keeps dumping more and more dirt on me i'm drowning spinning out of control breaking down i'm broke i'm broken i'm broken hearted i'm donebroken
surprising nightI woke up in your arms last night I thought it was all a dream… I never thought you felt the same waysurprising night
How could I be so foolish How could I put it off
Our night was ecstasy Our conversation was water The passion on our lips was a great storm Your touch was oxygen Your voice was electric
I will never forget this I will never hold back again I will never betray you
You will always be my friend
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"My name is only an anagram of 'toilets'." -T.S. Eliot
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The Ever-Lovin' Blue-Eyed Virginia.
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I will marry that boy from the Ramen shop!!!!!!
Here are the links to a few clubs I'm a part of:
Poem of the Week
Poetry please
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
If you're interested, I could point you in the direction of some writers or clubs.
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
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